Raura Mature Mini Stories

About A Dress--Part 1

About A Dress

That dress.

That fucking blue dress.

It was all he could think about.

All he could think about.

Made of such a thin, wispy material, he could practically feel it tearing under his hands...

He shook his head.

No.

Wrong.

That was wrong.

Thinking about her... About doing that to her... Was wrong.

Right?

Ross watched Laura as she twirled a lock of hair around her finger, talking to some guy.

Who the hell was he?

He vaguely recognized him. Maybe from some T.V. show?

Whatever.

He said something that might have been funny, and she giggled, a contrast to his loud, bellowing laugh.

Her hands moved to her waist, smoothing out her dress, from the tops of her thighs to her knees and, not for the first time that night, he had to... re-adjust himself.

Get a hold of yourself, he said to himself. you're presenting an award in ten minutes.

He knew that, in his current state, there was no way he could present anything.

His every move was being captured and or recorded by cameras, and he knew a slip up as big as going on stage like this would never be forgotten. By anyone.

Not just the public and his fans, but he could just hear his friends and family teasing him about it.

Aw, did you get too excited? He shuddered as he pictured pretty much everyone asking him that question.

It was enough to make him calm down a little.

And just in time, too.

Laura gave him the 'thumbs up' sign as he sat back down. Ross smiled at her.

The presentation of the award had gone pretty well. Himself and Maia had rehearsed it several times, so he wasn't surprised, really.

He sat down next to Riker again.

He patted his shoulder. "Good job," He congratulated him.

Ross nodded, his eyes straying over to Laura. Again.

A presenter started to say something about twerking. He smiled a little because he knew what was coming next.

Rocky stood and twerked for about three seconds or so, attracting the attention of pretty much every one withing an eight meter radius of them. Rydell hid her head in her hands, embarrassed for him.

Over in her row, Ross saw Laura laughing to herself.

"He's been prepping for that moment his whole life," Ross muttered to Riker.

Riker laughed quietly.

Laura crossed her legs, showing quite a lot of her thighs as she did so.

Ross focused on my breathing, trying not to let it get too shallow.

Laura ran a hand through her hair, pushing it out of her face, succeeding in taking Ross back to square-one on the whole don't-get-a-boner situation.

Damn, that hair.

He wanted to to take it, in his fist, while she wrapped her lips around his cock...